Katy Harrington: If you insist on waiting for someone to tick all the boxes you may become a reality TV addict
Does anyone believe in Mr Right anymore? As in the white knight who comes along after all those years of kissing frogs?
Maybe you do; maybe you are curled up in his muscular arms right now, reading the papers together while he strokes your hair and feeds you bite-size triangles of peanut butter on toast. After breakfast, is he getting up to give the loo a good old scrub and staying in with you tonight because a night out with the boys in a strip club sounds boring? Well if he is, congratulations, but I think you may be hallucinating.
The whole concept of waiting for the right guy jars with my belief system. 'Ideal' man does not exist; he is a fallacy, a fraud.